Harry got into his bed while Ron and Hermione tried to get comfortable on the floor.
"Ron, you're in my space!"
"No I'm not, you're in mine!"
"Hey! You two just be glad I don't sleep in the closet anymore."
They fell silent for a moment.
"Ron, get your arm off me!" Hermione whispered.
"My arm wouldn't be on you if you weren't in my space!"It's the summer of the seventh book. Ron and Hermione are dancing around each others feelings while Harry misses Ginny.